Well my first Saturday in Nantes was a bit
all over the place!
So I went to church on Saturday morning –
the only Seventh-Day Adventist church in Nantes
Summary:
- Met a Jamaican who's a Language
Assistant from St. Ann – small world huh?
- got kissed on the lips by a 5 yr old girl – You know how some people kiss
kids on the lips, which is fine within family I guess, but I was just like no
problem if u kiss me on the cheek “fait la bise” but on the lips “bisou” is a
bit too familiar for a lil kid that’s not my own – to each his own right?
- sat with the pastor and his fam at lunch – instant integration into the
church family, feeling at home already… so awesome!
- got asked if I was the gf of the pastor in training cause I was talking to
him – I just met this lady and she speaks to me in English about this absurd
subject like what?.. the guy is happily married although his wife wasn't there.
I'm just like I'm single, lady says well for now and I had to insist... well
he's married... We just met... awkward
I was at church from like 10 am – 6 pm!!!
After taking a well needed nap, I went out, it was gonna be my only weekend without
homework since classes hadn’t started yet – donc on doit profiter!
Strangest thing happened to me when I was
tryna go home after my night out with friends
I normally take the tram home but I ran
into a little problem cause the building I normally walk through was locked
I had to walk around but it was already
almost 2 a.m. and I soon got lost..
Luckily I ran into these 5 girls who were
visiting from a nearby town and were also looking for my neighbourhood – they
invited me to come along with them while we tried to find it
Once we did, they invited me to join them
for a party on a boat – and what did I say? OK
So there I was with a bunch of French
girls I just met dancing around on a boat…
And then we ran into their male friends
who were evidently very drunk
In short, this one guy thought that after
our barely audible conversation (shouting over the music), it was okay to kiss
me – he just leaned in and went smack on my…
Cheek! Of course, I moved my head like
whaaaat do you think you’re doing
Him:
pourqoui tu ne veux pas m’embrasser ?
Me :
uhh… Je viens de te rencontrer
He went on to try to convince me to come
home with him cause he lived nearby, when I looked at him wide-eyed, he
insisted that he meant just sleep and nothing else
How about no thanks? Yep being hit on by a
drunk French guy – sure it’s all part of the experience
Anyway, I said goodbye to all my new
French connaissances and reached home at 4 a.m. exhausted but terribly amused
So there was my Saturday in a nutshell
Sorry there are no pics.. next time!
